If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters,
returning back to their springs like the rain,
shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again
to the fountain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882
Grateful to the touch as ancient ivory,
Smooth as aged wine, or sheen of tapestry
Where light has lingered, intimate and long.
Full of tears and warm is an old friendship
That asks no longer deeds of gallantry,
Or and deed at all--save that the friend shall be
Alive and breathing somewhere, like a song.
"Old Friendship" by Eunice Tietjens 1889-1944
And one to soar above me, and one to clasp my hand,
And one to make me slumber, and one to bid me strive,
But seven's a sacred number that keeps the soul alive.
"Friends-With A Difference"
Mary E. Coleridge 1861-1907
The silver link, the silver tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
Sir Walter Scott 1771-1832
